Her :
I thought I am not those girls who choose to stay in pain anymore. I thought the whole phase of “I am depressed-no one understand me-I am so fucking alone” has passed me. But guessed I am wrong. Now after two solid years, after all ups and down, cries and laughs. I know that feeling still there. I still sad. I still am.

Me :
You know I am trying. I was trying so hard. I always back again on a split second after disappointment number fifty. Nevertheless my plastic smile melted on a burning fire. I felt it too, the burning sensation on my heart.

Her :
So was me. And yet again you are lucky. He loves you repeatedly. A habit too wonderful I thought of as something I could never receive. The winner in me came to the surface just to sensibility his love. I know my presence would make you feel that burning sensation. But, I am someone living in. My wound still bleeding and throbbing.

Me :
I know you’re there. I know we’re both trying. I know you’ll be more suffering for me. That’s made you part of me. The one that makes me want to follow you. That’s made you mine.

*photo taken from pinkumbrella14 without her permission :D